must be the hat

anonymous asked:

Get right to the good part, #4. You know what must be done!

asfhdgjlhfjdagfhd that meme wasn’t even on this blog

imma do it anyway though B|

this got way longer than I intended and also sort of sad (IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE) because apparently I can’t help myself

‘Right to the Good Parts’ Meme || 4. We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

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Adolin woke to an unfamiliar warmth in his arms.

The fingertips of one hand prickled with encroaching numbness, but he dared not shift, not when Shallan rested against his bicep like a pillow, her forehead tucked up against his chest. A glance down showed only a shock of bright red hair, tousled and messy from sleep, and a slim, silk-covered shoulder that rose and fell with her slow, even breathing. His other forearm lay over her waist, lax hand very nearly brushing the small of her back. Her own hands were pinned between them, held comfortably against her chest, the curl of her knuckles pressing into his belly through the thin sleep-shirt.

Neither was gloved. He didn’t need to see that to feel it.

Adolin swallowed, his mouth dry. There was only one bed – a decent size for one person alone, but very… intimate for two – and she’d refused to take it when he’d started to lie down on the floor. She’d even climbed down and started dragging the covers off with her as soon as he started to refuse. Bit her lip, raised her chin, and did it; I should have insisted further, stood my ground, but… Almighty, I was weak.

Am weak.

Slowly, carefully, his hand drifted upwards, hovering a hairsbreadth over her shift and following the curve of her back – as if he could memorize the shape and feel of her, even without touch. The very ends of his fingertips trailed through her hair and up to her shoulder, tracing through the air above it. He lingered there a moment, the size of his hand in stark juxtaposition with the gentle slope of her shoulder. The desire to protect her – this small, porcelain-pale woman who was so much stronger than he’d first realized – flared like a waking ember in his heart. Not for the first time, he quashed it. She didn’t want that. And now, with his exile, it wouldn’t matter even if she did.

Upwards. At this angle, her face was hidden, but he could see the side of her cheek, half-obscured by the haphazard, mussed fall of red. As delicately as he could, Adolin brushed her hair out of the way.

It was too much, or just enough. Shallan stirred against him, her knee bumping into his leg and her hands slowly, unconsciously stretching away the night’s stiffness before she lifted her sleep-hazed gaze to his.  A blink, what might have been a smile, and Shallan made a lazy noise of complaint and snuggled right back against him.

Adolin stifled a laugh, though his answering smile was soft and apologetic. “Sorry I woke you.” His fingertips stroked through her hair, making little paths from her forehead all the way over and down to the nape of her neck. If this was to be the first and last time he ever held Shallan like this, then he’d indulge as much as he could.

“I’m not,” came her reply, slightly muffled against his chest. Shallan breathed in, hands curling in his shirt, and looked back up at him. “Even if it is too early.”

This time he did laugh, a low, soft bark of a chuckle, as she yawned widely. “That’s right; you never were a morning person.” She said nothing of him caressing her hair, and so he did not stop. The silky tresses parted like water around his fingers.

“No. And late nights gathering information don’t exactly help.” Her gaze shifted, slipping away from his and back, not quite avoidant but not steady either. The tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her lips. “…but I’ve managed to get up early on some days, recently.”

He hummed, smiling, but it was tinged with sadness. “War business?”

It shouldn’t be this way. Broken Radiant or not, your hands were not made for war – you should be charting out the wilds, finding new plants and cataloging the habits of some intriguing creature that caught your eye, or continuing your research with Jasnah, doing things that make you happy-

“I see you in the sunrise.”

Adolin’s breath faltered in his chest.

Shallan reached up, nudging his hand where it had frozen in midair. With her bare safehand. “Don’t stop. It’s… it’s nice.”

Words refused to form. His lips parted to speak but his mind was a jumble, uncomprehending. Or rather, knowing - but in too much shock to process. His hand moved again, but this time to cup her cheek, fingertips disappearing into her hair. “Shallan,” was all he managed, a singular, incredulous exhale of disbelief.

She laid her safehand over his, and his heart nearly stopped.

“You speak like a wife, parted and waiting.” His turn to wet dry lips, now. “After everything that happened. After what I did.”

“What if I want to be?” There was a tremble in her voice and in her hand - her safehand, bare, a measure of trust and comfort unparalleled - but her eyes were steady as steel. “Unless the world ends, this Desolation won’t last forever.”

“I’m not- Shallan, I’m exiled. No home, no name, no family-” Adolin choked on the knot of emotion that rose with saying the words, the pain of it all searing like a white-hot lance. “Our betrothal was nullified. I don’t even know how you found me-”

“That is my choice to make. And yours. No other.” Her grip tightened, fingers curling around his. “I’m not going to give up on this. I’m not going to give up you.”

His voice was barely a whisper. “You should.”

She bit her lip, shook her head. “Never.

“And if I told you that I wanted to break it? I thought this- the betrothal ended, so what if I wanted to keep it that way?”

“Then you’d be a liar. And you’re a terrible liar, Adolin.”

He couldn’t help it: he laughed. Mirthless and with a faint glint of tears, he laughed, leaning down and bowing his head to rest his forehead against hers, eyes closed. “Yeah. That’s been pretty well proven, hasn’t it?”

“Yes.” He felt her hand leave his, only for soft fingertips - one side noticeably more calloused than the other - to trail up his face, moving gently from his jaw to his cheekbones to the corners of his eyes. “Since the first time you took me on a date, and answered a silly question with far too much honesty for your own dignity.”

Adolin blinked his eyes open in surprise, snorted, and shoved her shoulder with just enough strength to roll her onto her back. “You bring that up now?” But her ploy had worked. She was smiling, and… so was he.

“It’ll make for a good story one day.” Shallan tilted her head, the angle almost smug, and there was a twinkle in her eye as she said it that worried him.

Adolin sat up for a moment, shaking the pins and needles from the arm she’d slept on all night. Then he rolled the rest of the way to loom over Shallan, hands braced on either side of her as she looked up at him with that smile, hair fanned bright over the thin pillow. “That sounds like you plan on actually telling someone.”

“Maybe someone or ones in particular.” Shallan’s mischievous smile widened, and she reached up to tangle her fingers in black and gold. “Our children will have the strangest hair.”

His kiss pressed her back into the bed.

sometimes i think I’ll never be happy until i own a well-tailored victorian era suit


Tom Hardy read a Bedtime Story on CBeebies and everyone wanted to know when he would be back for more

Tom Hardy went down an absolute storm on Saturday night after reading the nightly CBeebies bedtime story.

Joined by his super cute pup Woody, Tom narrated the children’s book You Must Bring a Hat, written by Simon Philip and Kate Hindley, which tells the tale of a boy going to a party.

Tom wore his own cap for the reading, as did Woody who sat lazing across Tom’s lap in a top hat, while at home it seemed everyone of all ages was tuning in for the 6.50pm reading, with some considering it worth the yearly licence fee alone.


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It’s really weird how protective and dedicated we become to a house that some website allocated to us

Canoodling - Jughead Jones

So after watching episode 2 of Riverdale I was wondering if I could have a Jughead imagine? Where you’re secretly dating because you’re considered popular and basically kiss him in front of “the popular” people to stop them from thinking Jughead isn’t getting laid? Thanks!

imagine please? defending jughead when reggie teases him, probably?

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

I kind of combined the two of these things…I hope you two are okay with that…I really enjoyed writing it.  I kinda changed the order of events, in the episode, a bit and I hope that’s okay. I don’t even know what that ending is…

You were walking down the halls of Riverdale High School when you felt a tug on your hand and was pulled inside the storage closet. The door shut behind you quickly, but not before there was still enough light to see the outline of an all too familiar hat.

“We really must stop meeting like this.” Despite the darkness, you could almost see the glint in Jughead’s smile as he said the line. You pulled on the light string hanging from the ceiling and found yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend. “You dork,” you said while rolling your eyes. He smiled at you and despite the recent light of events, you felt happy. Jughead grabbed your hand in both of his, running his fingers over your knuckles. “Do you wanna stay after school for the game?” His gaze lifted from your hands to your eyes and you saw them sparkle. “Of course. How’d everything go with Archie?” He shrugged in response, “Good, hopefully it’ll get better after the game.” You nodded, leaning upwards to pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to be late,” you started to pull away, “I’ll see you after school in the lounge, Okay?” He gave your hand one last squeeze, “See ya later, Y/N.” You shot him another smile and quickly darted out of the closet. When back in the hallway, you looked around and sighed in relief that nobody saw you sneak out of hiding. It wasn’t because you were ashamed of dating Jughead, granted you were somewhat popular amongst your peers; it was because you and Jughead both found value in privacy. It was nobody else’s business what you got up to in your freetime and Jughead simply didn’t care about your peers to tell anyone that you two were dating. It was troublesome sneaking around, but moments like those where it was just you two alone, even briefly, were the moments you looked forward to the most.

When the final bell rang, you made your way towards the lounge. You figured that Jughead would already be there, in an attempt to find a spot before it filled up with cheerleaders and loud jocks. Your guess was correct because, when you walked in, your eyes landed on him. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed on his chest, and scowling at the people before him. When he saw you, he gave you a quick smile that you returned. In order to avoid suspicion, you walked over to greet a few of the jocks and fell into conversation with Veronica.

You almost were having a good time when Reggie, a cocky football player, started to talk about Jason Blossom’s murder, instantly killing the mood. “If someone here did kill him, it couldn’t have been a jock. No, it would be the lonely, sad internet troll, that’s too busy typing manifestos to get laid.” You looked up and saw Reggie staring at Jughead as if in question. “Like Jughead.” The others started laughing, except for you and Archie. Anger burned in your heart, but you couldn’t defend your boyfriend with making it obvious. Then again, if you weren’t going to stand up for him, why were you dating him? You stood up with purpose, walking towards your boyfriend. He raised his eyebrows but you simply leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Howls and whistles were let out by half the people in the lounge. You pulled back, because if you didn’t, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to stop. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, really Y/N, he’s why you wouldn’t date me?” Reggie yelled and you spun on your heels to face the football player. “Damn right he’s why,” you yelled back, “he’s not a dick that picks on others like yourself!” Everybody hollered and ‘oohed’ at your words. Then Veronica finally spoke up,  “So it looks like he’s getting laid after all,” you let out a laugh and grabbed Jughead’s hand in yours.

“But that doesn’t change anything! He still probably killed him.” Reggie shouted, trying to regain his high-ground. “Did you, ya know, do anything to the body? Like, after?” he asked, pressing Jughead further. You felt a sense of pride when Jughead answered, “It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?” A smile crept up on your features, as you turned to Jughead. Suddenly, Reggie darted towards him, but Archie lunged forward in defense. “Shut the Hell up, Reggie.” Archie hissed, but Reggie wasn’t having it. Soon a fight broke out and it ended with Archie getting punched in the face, along with a teacher escorting Reggie out of the room.

You and Jughead decided it was probably best to get out of the school, so you started to make your way to his place. The walk was quiet, with neither of you willing to talk about what had happened yet. Before you knew it, you both turned into the driveway to his house  and walked inside. You both set your bags down and Jughead made a beeline to the kitchen. “Where are your parents?” You asked as you started to take off your shoes. “I found a note that said they were out shopping.” Jughead yelled across the house. You walked into the kitchen where Jughead was head-first in the refrigerator. You let out a giggle at the site, causing Jughead to face you. “What’s so funny?” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you lifted yourself to sit on the countertop, “You.” He walked towards you, standing in between your legs. He stared at you as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and brought him closer. He leaned forward and brought his lips to yours, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw. Your hand pulled his hat off his head and with the other, your fingers buried themselves in his hair. You leaned back slightly pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“You want this back?” You asked, teasingly holding his hat by your fingertip. He smiled, leaning in once more, capturing your lips in another playful kiss. When you were distracted, he took the opportunity to snag his hat back. “Hey,” you said, pulling away from him. He let out a smug chuckle. “Thanks for that,” Jughead said, turning back to the search for food in the cabinets. “For what?” You asked, hopping down from the counter. He turned and gave you a pointed look, “Putting Reggie in his place.”

“He needed to be proved wrong.” He smiled at you, “So you were simply proving him wrong?” You nodded and he stepped closer to you. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer, “So you’re okay with canoodling at school now?” You let out a small laugh, “Canoodling? No, but acting like a couple, of course.” His green eyes sparkled at your answer, and he pressed a kiss to your lips. When you backed away you smiled, “Are you going to write this in your novel?” He smiled back with mischief gleaming in his eyes, “Maybe I will.”

Another Set of Thoughts I had whilst watching Rogue One (Again)

-Cassian wiping the rain off his face and out of his eyes was so cute he looked like a lil kitten cleaning his face with his paw

-all the officers of the Empire are so bland and pasty and wow how can they not tell that they’re the bad guys?

-Krennic’s cape is cool but super impractical and looks silly when it gets wet

-Bodhi must be glad that the rebel rain hat came with built-in goggles so he could maintain his aesthetic

-I still don’t know whether that gas that Saw breathes from is just extra oxygen or some kind of drug or something

-Cassian looked so visibly uncomfortable in his Imperial disguise like wow how did anyone not notice he was a rebel

-Jyn looked really tiny in her disguise as well

-AT-ATs look really cute I wanna pet one

-(I realise that would be impractical but still…)

-Chirrut and Baze’s dialogue is so sassy you can tell they genuinely care about each other

-the Imperial cargo ships do look a bit like turtles

-the female pilot who flew the U-wing in Blue squadron, I don’t know who she is but I think I’m gay for her

-‘Rogue One; may the force be with you’ is still the saddest line, even when it is said by what is basically a humanoid fish

Sikh, Muslim police officers in New York City will now be able to wear turbans and beards.

The new policy will provide religious accommodations for uniforms and allow beards to grow up to one-half inch, the New York Times reports. Religious head coverings are also permissible to wear in uniform as long as hair is neatly and tightly pulled back under the fabric. Turbans must also have a hat shield of the NYPD seal. Officers would first have to seek approval from the Equal Employment Opportunity Office. Read more.


This drawing is a thank you for everyone who like/reblog/comment on the Day of the Dead Undertale post.  I’m so glad everyone enjoyed it! :D

This could an AU! Maybe I’ll call it “Dead Tale”? Set around the late 1800s. It would be about Frisk finding the skeleton bros, Papyrus and Sans, and bringing them to visited Frisk’s home on Day of the dead (how convenient). Perhaps the history of the brother’s death will sort of be the main focus for this AU? Or just them having fun partying with everyone? Maybe everyone who was a monster are humans for this AU and Frisk introduces Papyrus and Sans to everyone before the brothers have to return back to their graves once the holiday is over.  Aw, I made myself sad now.  :(


Happy New Year! 📚 🎈🎉🎊❤️ Via ~ Tom Hardy is to read a CBeebies Bedtime Story to little ones across the country this New Year’s Eve at 6.50pm ❤️

He tells the tale of a boy going to a party as he reads You Must Bring a Hat, by Simon Philip and Kate Hindley.
Little ones, and the grown-ups, can see more of Tom later in the new year when he reads more CBeebies Bedtime Stories. Tom was joined by his dog Woodstock for the filming.

CBeebies Bedtime Stories is on CBeebies every day at 6.50pm.